Field of pollinated yellow,
the harvested seeds
soon to be cold pressed
into smooth golden liquid,
a jar of which sits on the windowsill
slowly infusing calendula flowers.
Waggle dancing bees
laden down with pollen
return to their hive,
where time transforms it
into a sticky sweet substance
in perfect symmetrical hexagons.
On the stove sits
a double boiler, enamel pan,
melting together
oil, beeswax and honey,
once again, alchemising into
Galen’s healing cream.
flotsamweave © 2019
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